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These two Welcome Swallows were having a go at each other for quite a while. Not sure why - just birdbrain stuff I guess.
We headed out to Turkey Run State Park in Indiana. We had barely arrived when we ran across these two birdbrains. They weren't running though.
Northern Crested Caracara = Caracara cheriway = carancho norteño
Southern Crested Caracara = Caracara plancus* = Carancho
"The caracaras are not fast-flying aerial hunters, but are rather sluggish and often scavengers...
The Northern Caracara has a length of 49–58 cm (19–23 in), a wingspan of 107–130 cm (42–51 in), and weighs 800–1,300 g (1.8–2.9 lb).."
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Zoológico Miguel Álvarez del Toro
Tuxtla Gutiérrez, Chiapas, Mexico
17 October 2013
*per the zoo's signage
As the name is presently defined, the range of the Southern Caracara is restricted to central and southern South America.
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I was going to tell you the story of how this crow just wanted to watch the Olympics, but was a little unclear as to how to work the satellite dish...
But a crack about "eating crow" also popped into my head, since he was sitting on that dish so nicely. :)
Friday 20th January 1956
The sixth and final pantomime to be produced by Keith Marsden and Geoffrey Rundle at St. John’s Parish Church was announced in the December 1955 edition of Ingrow Parish Church Messenger. It was to be ‘Dick Whittington’. This time it was to be performed for eight nights on Friday 20th January and Saturday 21st January 1956 then on the following Monday to Saturday nights. Tickets went on sale from 19th December 1955 and all seats for each of the eight performances were booked in advance.
The action took place in various locations around London, as well as aboard the Good Ship “Heaving Stomach” and the exotic climes of Morocco. Geoffrey played Clarissa Crumpet and Keith played Idle Jack. Derek Lund played King Rat and Stanley Peckover played Alderman Fitzwarren, while Joan Scott played his daughter Alice. Marilyn Marsden was Fairy Moonbeam, Anne Burgess played the Summer Queen, Linda Shuttleworth played Tommy the cat, Alan Park was Captain Fungus-Face, Ernest Marsden was the Emperor of Morocco and Terry Marsden had the dual roles of Mr Birdbrain and the Grand Vizier. Jean Wallis was promoted to principal boy as Dick Whittington.
Once more Keighley News arranged photographs of the cast and the paper’s review was published in the Saturday 28th January edition: “With the financial success of the production assured, attention was concentrated on the quality of the entertainment, and the reaction of the audience showed that the same high standards of previous years had been maintained. Comedy has always been the keynote of these Ingrow pantomimes and again this was much in evidence, the pace never being allowed to flag.”
The last performance was on Saturday 28th January 1956. This time there was no incumbent Vicar of Ingrow to give thanks to the cast and crew as the Rev. Miller had moved on from St. John’s in November 1955. His replacement, the Reverend George Speller wasn’t appointed until April 1956. When Rev. Speller arrived, his perception of the pantomimes was very different to that of his predecessor: “I have to confess that I felt no little disquiet when I was informed that it had been the practice in making preparations for it to hold rehearsals on Sundays during the hours of worship and also of Sunday School sessions. Such an arrangement, I feel, could not be reconciled with the supreme function and purpose of the Church, namely, the worship of God, which has its focus and heart in our services on Sunday, the Lord’s Day.”
The images are all from the History Society archive on Flickr and were donated by Patsy Marsden (widow of Keith Marsden) and Liz Hornby (daughter of John Normington). Researched and compiled by Tim Neal.
my husband rescued this young Thrasher from the summer kitchen.
It flew in and was too "bird-brained" to figure out how to fly out the open windows or the 2 open doors.
He brought it over to the house so I could snap a photo before the release.
Isn't it a beauty...
CF with Anne Waldman singing backup vocals with Allen Ginsberg on "Birdbrain," at club on Clarkson, Denver, July 1986
What lies beneath the hair trumps any style or look, if you catch my drift . . .
This photo was taken by a Kowa/SIX medium format film camera and KOWA LENS-S 1:3.5/150mm lens using Kodak Portra 400 film, the negative scanned by an Epson Perfection V600 and digitally rendered with Photoshop.
The top of the can is the top of a Grenade there are two characters on this can "Bird Brain" and A new Drip Character. The Point of this can was Bombing it could be Literal ;-) and to bring something more Israeli to my Street Cans.
This is one of the things that will be in the ReUse Project Exhibition!
This was shot with a 10 or 12 dollar Kodak Instamatic Camera.
There I am in 1966 or '67, at 16 or 17 years old. My next door neighbor, best friend, fellow Mod and the drummer for the Psychedelic Propeller Blues Rock Band, Austin O'Baker, took this photo of a Mod me.
I'm sporting an elongated "Joe College" hair style, and wearing a Mod flowered shirt. That's a wide Mod belt holding up some tight fitting, Mod hip-hugger pants. I'm standing in my suede Mod boots, while standing on a rottin' Mod log. I'm holding up an old Mod door, in front of the fallin' down Mod shack that it fell off of. When I went Mod, I went all out for it.
But I could not grow my hair into a long Mod style, because I was still in school. When I graduated from Dundalk High School, in 1968, most Maryland schools did not allow a male student to wear his hair one fraction of an inch down over his ears. Long haired boys were expelled.
And Hippie hadn't hit Baltimore yet. Except inside of publications like Life or Look Magazine.
That amateur fashion shoot, up there, was shot right over in a thin strip of woods that runs along side of the railroad tracks behind my family's Dundalk home, on Dunmanway.
That busted up shack was an abandoned "colored people's house", on railroad property. The railroad never allowed anyone to move in after the previous family had left. Which had made sense in the modern 1950s, when that last family had left, because there was no running water in the place. The railroad had not allowed any such improvements, just a little electric service.
Inside of that moldy old shack was where I fell for the greatest practical joke of the 1960s, when I tried smoking dried banana peels.
They tasted lousy.
And didn't do a thing for me.
A San Fransisco Haight-Ashbury Rock n' Roll star, Gary "Chicken" Hirsh, of Country Joe and the Fish, was credited with starting that ridiculous, substitute for reefer, rumor. Way back then, in much of America, a lot of us kids had only heard of pot smoking, but never had seen any weed. It was already being smoked heavily in Frisco though.
I had heard of several ways that you had to prepare the banana peels to smoke them. There were recipes for boiling it in water, or rubbing alcohol; and then drying it in various combinations and ways of drying it slow or fast or in complete darkness, or up under your left arm pit while you flapped your arm or something. Or whatever some birdbrain could come up with to try and prove they were hipper than thou.
It was written later that the Rock star rumor starter had read that there actually is a psychoactive substance in the white lining of banana peels. But a lot of, freely circulating, opposing falsehoods were written and/or spoken about the origins of that zany idea.
About a year and a half after I had tasted the bitter smoke of that great, practical joke, I am in Patten, Maine on a Saturday night. I walk upstairs above the stores in town, to a small apartment or rented room up there, where some buddies of mine were hanging out. I walk in, and there are three or four of them up there just a grinning and a giggling like fools. I look over to the far side of the room, and there's one of 'um flippin' banana peels on the hot radiator by the window, to dry them out.
I laughed and said, "I know what y'ur doin! You're dryin' out banana peels to smoke 'um. I tried that once, but it didn't work."
One of 'um replied, "Yeah, well we're still gonna try it. We can't get any pot to smoke up here in Patten, and we want to try something. You're not going to tell anybody, are you?"
I was grinnin' and gigglin' almost as bad as they were by then, when I replied, "Shoot no man, I ain't gonna tell nobody! I just told ya that I smoked it once myself."
Smoking dried banana peels didn't do anything for them either.
Adult Halloween Fun For Alcohol Drinkers and Marijuana Smokers
Between the far-out Fells Point Halloween photographs on this web site and the wild n' wooly, booze and reefer, Rock n' Roll, Rhythm n' Blues and Blues based songs, comedy and sound clips on my Playlist, now playing for you and also easily accessible at the very bottom, this site is just right for many a Halloween partier. halloweenbuzz.blogspot.com
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sir, they're getting away!
that's what they think.
how's that, sir?
remember that pesky seagull?
the one you chased off the deck?
that was secret agent 33. he's tailing them.
brilliant, sir!
trained that birdbrain myself.
My duck Quacker thinks there is a pond in the yard when I pour out the water from his night pen. He tries to dive in, and he does this every day without ever figuring it out.
Another one of my characters. Introducing Henna the Hen! She's a feminine transformation for Cluckers.
Pecking with my big beak. My eyes seem to be bulging out too! Must be the birdbrain. A derpy bird needs a derpy look.
Saturday I visited the National Zoo in Washington DC. I thought it was a really nice zoo, with giant pandas, lions, tigers and bears, oh my. A really nice bird house, with alot of native Florida birds. Not this guy though,
Yesterday was the Blue Angel show at the Inner Harbor in Baltimore. I have been playing as hard as I have been working.
this was fun for the first hour. but it won't quit pecking my window. make it stop! if this thing wasn't brain-damaged to start with, it is now... 2 1/2 hours later....
hey anthony- remember when you were quite young and we watched the birds together? and later i scared you by throwing a stuffed animal bird and screamed THE BIRDS! at you as you were brushing your teeth? i think i am being paid back. i will nightmare of birds tonight.
update: on day 5 of pecks. full story here.